I need to try to write, I have not been able to all week.

I think the only way to deal with this blocking and blankness, is to face it head-on. I will enter my subconscious and let it flow.

I cannot write because of hate bringing fear into my heart.

I cannot write because I know I tortured, and I don’t want to know that.

I cannot write because my heart is broken as I and so many great exited speak out so clearly, and still the prostituted are being destroyed in their millions.

I cannot write as rage, grief and confusion grows stronger the more I write, it such a crap form of therapy.

But, there are so many buts – the buts that mean I write even as despair grab hold of me.

I look directly into those who hate that exited women have a voice –…